Page 112 of Once Upon a Fake Date

“Parker?” Audrey blinked. “What are you doing here?”

But instead of answering, I pulled her into my arms.

And with my hands wrapped around her hips, keeping her body plastered to mine, I dipped my head down, taking her lips with mine. Kissing her with everything I had. I poured all of my love into that kiss, hard and unrelenting. I kissed her like she was the air, and I’d been suffocating.

Like it was the last damn kiss of my life.

But this wasn’t the end. Not of us. Not for us. No, this was just our beginning.

I swept my tongue over her lips, and Audrey opened, letting me inside, before her arms wound around my neck, fingers digging into my hair as she tugged me in tighter.

The world narrowed down, and it was just Audrey and I. I didn’t even care that all of her friends were watching us make out, that they’d seen me maul her like a bear. Because fuck, I needed her.

Lifting her into my arms so I could kiss her deeper, I wrapped my hands under her ass, not breaking our connection for one single moment.

Someone cleared their throat, and Audrey pulled away, her cheeks pink. The color of her wardrobe. My favorite fucking color on the planet.

She’d asked me once what my favorite color was. I’d answered red because it was a pleasant color and a decent answer. But really, it was the color of her cheeks when she blushed. The color she wore every single day, like an addict. The color of her bedsheets. Her pretty pink lips when I’d just kissed them.

“Fuck, Dream Boy,” Audrey whispered. “That was some kiss.” God, every time she said that, all I wanted to do was kiss her again andagain.

I leaned my forehead against hers for a breath. “What do you say we get out of here?”

She nodded. “I think that’s a good idea.” She rubbed herself over my erection, and I groaned.

Yup. That was a great idea. I didn’t need any of them to see how hard making out with her had gotten me.

Addressing the room, I finally said, “Um, hi.” I was sure a blush covered my own cheekbones as I set Audrey back down on her feet. “I’m just gonna, uh, borrow my girlfriend now, if you all don’t mind.”

After adjusting myself—discreetly—I slipped my hand into hers, guiding her out the door I’d just come in.

I didn’t even pay attention to their reactions. No doubt, it was a surprise. None of them really knew what had been going on between us.

Fake, until it suddenly wasn’t.

It was real. So fucking real. Hadn’t I proved that over the last few weeks?

“Parker,” Audrey finally said, tugging at my hand as I reached my car. “What was that?”

I turned to look at her, taking in her appearance. Swollen lips, her dress slightly askew on her frame from the way I’d had her in my arms. Beautiful.

Mine. So perfectly mine.

“That was me coming to see mygirlfriend,”I repeated it. Like maybe that would help her get it through her head.

She blinked. “What?—”

“I love you.” The words were out there before I could think better of it. “And I couldn’t have you go on for one more second, thinking I didn’t. I told you, this was never fake for me. To me, it’s always been real.” Audrey’s eyes were locked on mine, the pretty violet irises swirling with unshed emotion. “It’salwaysbeen you, Rosie. In every dream, every vision, you were the one I wanted by my side.”

“Parker…” She bit her lip, holding back a laugh.

I frowned. “What?”

“I’m just trying to figure out why you felt the need to barge in there, sweep me off my feet, and give me a grand declaration of love. Not that I don’t appreciate it, because I do, but?—”

“I heard you,” I admitted. “Talking with Ella.”

She furrowed her brow. “You did?”

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